Right? All of my tattoos have special places of fondness in my heart. And I have some pretty awful tattoos.

Yeah, I'm feeling this. Well into my mid-twenties, I feel like I'm finally learning how to dress flatteringly, do my hair, put my chest out and chin up, and generally dress/move in a more confident manner. As a dude, of course, I don't have to deal with nearly the amount of appearance-related bullshit that girls do,…

Unrelated, but "Jerking Off to Unicorns"? Just found the name of my next hip hop project.

I don't know, four months is definitely enough time to produce a track, and there's more than just sounding similar. That horn in "thrift shop" follows almost the exactly the same pattern as "wut"s chorus, the cadences of the first line are very similar, they both start with "what"s chanted in the beginning, it seems…

Yeah, fuck the internet, the interstate transit system, and public police and fire services. The damn government aint never not created nothing.

I know it gets a mention in the article, but I think it needs to be clarified that Macklemore owes all his success to biting the song of an actual queer rapper, who he never even credited.

Oh, well done.

As long as we're leaving out Dallas.

Wait, the rest of Texas? Let's not get carried away here.

They could call it "Right Wing Slime"!

I never do. But I did once have a girlfriend who considered it tantamount to cheating if I thought about someone else while masturbating, which seemed insane.

Holy shit. Move to Austin, or something.

Hahaha, oh man. Yeah, totally, it's like I help people paint the picture of their lives together. Only $180/hr.

Nah I was just giving you shit for some reason - breaking double/triple pine boards are a good way to condition. But seriously tho, this guy should not need the boards they use for little kids.

Dude, really? We always used oak.

As a lifelong marital artist, I would probably not trust a 'black belt' dressed as a combination nascar driver and tekken character.

Roll my pants leg? Listen, It's been over a hundred since early June, and this summer I have begun experimenting on how high I can casually roll my shorts.

Where do you think the energy goes? Into the sky? I'm not trying to be a dick, but, yunno, the laws of thermodynamics. We have a natural energy use—essential functions alone use around 1000-1200kC/day—and then exercise, heat regulations, etc, on top of that.

I dunno, probably some of them. But I've been lucky enough to have courted some frank and belligerent women.